Back to Center

Some days the noise gets loud.

I lose the thread.

The sky feels low.

And my mind runs ahead of my feet.

Then I remember,

presence.

Patience.

Perspective.

These three things are the footing, the plumb line, and the breath.

Presence

reminds me that the only place I can stand is here.

Patience

reminds me that nothing worth building blooms on command.

Perspective

reminds me that my life is bigger than the moment trying to swallow me.

When I need to find center again,

I slow my breath,

feel my feet settle on solid ground,

and choose one clear next action.

Doing these things, even for a second, the world softens.

The work comes back into focus.

And I return to myself, the builder above the noise.

Field Note

Center is not a place you arrive.

It is a place you remember.